Ever since May 1st started talking, Ping'an began looking for drinks, and now he was already putting them on the still uncleared Eight Immortals table, good-naturedly agreeing: "No need for a full cup, half a cup will do."
Shi Tou and Zicong were ecstatic, urging Mai Miao, who had been the little bridesmaid all day, to quickly pour the drinks.
Today, the new house had no boundaries nor hierarchy, and even Zhang Mingzuo joined in, pulling his elder brother forward, smilingly asking: "Brother or wife?"
"Both!"
Zhang Mingzuo laughed and covered his brother's mouth, "Then behave and don't speak."
In front, Gong Xiaoya looked at the poured cup with difficulty, "Do I really have to drink this?"
Sitting on the chair, May 1st, still smiling, replied: "It's fine if you don't want to drink. It's just that we as little uncles don't have such big faces."
Seeing her hesitation, Shi Tou shouted from the side: "Deep affection requires a deep drink."
